Lyrics

Creaking armchair
Yellow light
Grandfather talking
Painting night
With the stories of our
Blood archives
Room full of heartbeats
Beg for time

Math is a weakness
Except when I’m
Calculating ways that
I’m in my prime

Hopeless as romantics
We bide our time
Hoping, someday
To see the light
See the light

And there’s a prayer shot in the dark
A hopeless sinner hoping it will find its mark
A sordid soul that shuffles
Aimlessly and lost
Needs a home
A place to go

Empty armchair
Empty light
Miss him but he’s someplace
Up there right

Hopeless as romantics we bide our time
Hoping, someday to see the light
See the light
See the light